When I originally moved to San Francisco in '92, the library was the main place I got books.  I was in this hulking, dark, cold building that seemed ancient and ominous.  I would spend whole Saturdays puttering around in there.  I loved it!

This week I got a bee in my bonnet which kept buzzing, "Make a macramé owl!"  Here is how it started ...

I did a Google search for rope because I still want to do the monster-big crochet doilies for the wall.  While clicking around I found a macramé retailer and found a page of rare macramé books.  That 's when the bee entered my bonnet.